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My book is due November 1.

Let me say that again just for the adrenaline rush.

My book is due November 1

Ack!!!

Right. So, today’s post will be a bit brief because although I have things well in hand on the deadline front, the fact remains that my book is due November 1 and I need the panic. It makes me spend more time writing and less time surfing the web or twittering.

Speaking of which, here is a link to one of the most inspiring blog posts I’ve read in quite some time. From @Moonrat’s Editorial Ass blog: Robert The Publisher’s Gem of the Day

The beauty of the post, aside from the humor and the gotcha meaning at the end, is that it’s inspiring for anyone, even if you’re not a publisher, editor or writer.

I’ll leave you with that as you go off to be inspired. I’ll be doing the same thing over at the book that’s due November 1.

But if you come back to comment about whether you agree, that would be cool.

Edited to add:

The winner of my Anniversary Bash post has not yet come forward. Amy, contact me! If I haven’t heard from you by wed Oct 7, I’ll select a new winner.

The winner (chosen randomly) is Amy! Amy please email me carolyn AT carolynjewel.com with your mailing address. If you already have Scandal, let me know and I’ll send My Forbidden Desire.

Thanks for stopping by and hey, Spike is an awesome choice of vampire.

EDT #2: Random comic. Not that I would ever surf the web when my book is due november 1.


xkcd.com

Check the date. Yeah. Today is Wednesday, November 4. Uh huh. Perhaps you don’t recall, but my book was due November 1. I may have mentioned that a couple of times.

About now you’ve clicked away or else are glued to your screen wondering what happened.

Did she do it? Was she like Awesome Amanda (who actually turned her book in early? Or was she Merely Mortal Carolyn, turning her book in on time?

Or did something terrible happen involving tearful crying over the phone to her agent?

By the way, The awesome Nalini Singh answers Important Questions over at my blog where you could win one of her books. Please check it out.

Oh, and did you-all remember the time change? Because most of the U.S. had to Fall Back at 2:00 a.m. on Sunday November 1, the day my book was due. To be honest, I didn’t stay up for the big event. No, at 2:00 a.m., I was fast asleep in a sugary dream fueled by a great deal of Halloween candy.

Because, as you must know, the day before November 1 (the day my book was due) is October 31, which is Halloween. Any parent knows that this is one of the Three Big Non-Birthday Occasions no parent dares mess up. Two of the days involve bunnies and reindeer, respectively. Which means, in case you still need coffee, that the day before my book was due, my evening was previously engaged.

Yes, the tension is certainly mounting.

What happened?

We go to my brother’s house for Halloween because we live in the boonies and he lives in an area known for its holiday extravagance. My brother does this awesome haunted house that at key portions of the evening has a line out to the sidewalk.

Anyway, some fool put me in charge of handing out candy. It’s a complicated job involving taste testing, admiring costumes, directing haunted house traffic, advising young kids and teen boys (to mess with their minds) that there is a No Scare version of the Haunted House. There’s a lot of standing involved since we set up a table and a cauldron in front of the house, which means, I’m sure you’ve guessed, that the person handing out the candy (me!) has to keep her strength up by searching out the Whoppers, Baby Ruths and Junior Mints to make sure they taste good.

They did. With every batch. There is also a great deal of skill involved in making it look like you’re giving out gobs of bad-for-your-teeth-sweetie candy while not actually dropping the whole handful into the waiting bag. This is necessary because the kids often come by in batches of 20 or more. And the Haunted House draws them to us like flies. Over 500 kids served!

Here is an actual conversation that took place the night before my book was due.

Me: No, the Haunted House line is over there (pointing boy in correct direction)

Boy dressed as um, something: (He is 8 or 9) Is this where you come out?

Me: No. Nobody comes out of the Haunted House.

BDAUS: Why not?

Me: It’s haunted. A few make it out. Most don’t. (Pointing to large glass jar next to cauldren, which contains floating fingers, eyeballs and shrunken heads) We put the left over bits in here.

BDAUS: Really?

Me: Well, yeah. Were do you think we got all this?

BDAUS: (Eyes get really big)

Me: No. Not really. The line’s over there (pointing). Have some candy and ask for the No Scare version if you’re worried.

As you can see, I am completely perfect for this job.

And I was very relaxed because my book was done.

To distract you from the fact that I have no post (some of you may know that I have a book due November 1st) —

Note to Self: Arrange to post here on a day when Amanda doesn’t post the day before. She has an 11/1 deadline, too, and she has this factual, interesting totally awesome post. I have this. But I bet my deadline is much deader than hers. Or maybe it’s me that’s dead.

Here are some pretty pictures:

Picture of Honey Dijon Rose with Rain drops

Blogger making this smaller doesn’t do justice to the photo, I’m afraid. But this rose is called Honey Dijon.

OK, to make this go faster, I am now choosing random photos. Oh my God, this is so fun! What will show up?

Mystery Photo #1

Mystery Photo #2

Mystery Photo #3

Mystery Photo #4

Mystery Photo #5

Yeah. So guess what I like to take pictures of?

ETA: I think everyone should just guess what the pictures are of. Wackiness wins points. Hint: Plants.

P.S. I took all these pictures at my house.

P.P.S. The deadline is still killing me.

Deadline mania is in full force. Ack!!!!

So, here’s an assignment for you to address in the comments.

It’s 1814 and you (a tolerable young Miss of 23) and your family are in London for the first time ever. Your father, in a moment of unfortunate inattention, agreed to loan his third cousin all his money on a sure bet to win the Derby. The horse came in last. Papa has now mortgaged the carriage and horses to fund this Season for his beloved daughters.

The family fortune depends entirely upon someone related to you (perhaps even you yourself!) marrying extremely well. Mama and Papa are out of the question as they are already married to each other. You do not have a brother or step-brother and no one is currently speaking to your father’s (fat and ugly) third cousin.

Your younger sister (who you love beyond reason) is the beauty of the family, but she is a bit madcap, cannot carry a tune, and requires close supervision at all times. Well, nearly all times. Your mother walks with a limp.

On your second day in London, you espy the PERFECT man for your sister. Lord Gentlebrook. Gentlebook has pots of money and is conveniently single. He is blond. The only potential downside to this union is that Gentlebrook is a snob about singing (by the way, you sing like an angel) and his Best Friend Forever is the notorious rake the duke of Badhoneur.

Badhoneur has black hair and piercing blue eyes. He, too, has pots of money. Pots and pots and pots of it. He is known to consort with married women. In fact, you believe you saw him wink at your mother (who despite her limp is quite attractive). Badhoneur may well have designs on your sister and you despise him the moment he stares down the front of your evening gown. (You’ve always been a bit shy about your bounteous charms.)

1. Who is the hero?

2. Can you identify the sequel bait?

3. What color is Badhoneur’s horse?

Go.

Yay for Happy News Wednesday!

The winner of the subscription to Susan Broadwater’s Regency Library is:

Jane Lark!

I’ve sent you an email, but feel free to contact me if it’s gone astray.

Writing News-ish

I have 5 chapters left to revise for My Darkest Passion, book 5 in the My Immortals series. Then it’s off to the copy-editor.

And that is why this post is short.

Other Happy News

My little dog is asleep on the chair behind me. That always makes me happy.

What’s your happy news?